[Drake]It’s Drizzy, babyAlright why does this sugar love me?
I don’t even have a chain yet
You go on and guess
This homie tells me we’re on the same bet
Rico, T.J. doin’ half of it we are from the same set
They get Magic City money
They call that a rain check
I don’t make it rain, no
I don’t have the income
I just got enough for all these bottles that I drink from
You virgin to the Fresh Prince
No, I ain’t a king yet
The world is my playground
Don't fuck with my swing set
I run it, I swear I really run it
And everything I talk about
I swear I’ve really done it
Yeah, I smell good
And my car sit super low
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl